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Haunted by a ghost I never metHe lives in a pile of books at the foot of your bedYour i-yi-yi-yi-yoHaunted by the ghost of the books you've readSo many great last words bouncing round in your head Your i-yi-yi-yi-yoWhen all of your jokes become one long held noteAnd you hope you don't forget the way that it goesWell you should already know,It's time to let goTime to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yoHaunted by the ghosts of forgotten friendsThey live on the other side of pushing sendPushing your i-yi-yi-yi-yoHaunted by the ghost living in your neckHe chokes you up and fills your throat with regretFills it with your i-yi-yi-yi-yoWhen all of your jokes become one long held noteAnd you hope you don't forget the way that it goesWell you should already know,It's time to let goSongtexteTime to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yoOh the ghost I've never metI hope he likes what I've done and saidI'd ask him but he's obviously deadBut he'll re-exist when his pages are rereadBy your eyes Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo Aus Songtexte Mania